Melinda smiled as she read the text from Adam, thrilled that all was going well. Checking her schedule, she saw she had four new clients today. The first would arrive in ten minutes and she needed to be in her office ready and waiting.
The doorbell rang and Melinda rose to answer it. Her heart caught in her throat as she opened the door. She put her hand on the casing to steady herself. For a brief second, the man standing before her seemed to be the spitting image of her John. He had the same dark olive complexion, ebony hair and deep brown eyes that were almost black. But they lacked the familiar warmth John had when he’d look at her.
“Ms. Phillips, are you all right? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Melinda blinked again to discover his nose was a tad longer, his face more angular
